(Intro - sung in Mayfield falsetto)
I stay paid and, I like blades
Old shcool cars and, lovin Maze
I've got hoes (I've got hoes) I can show
Gettin money a-, ridin Rolls (ridin Rolls)
Keep my grind I don't, waste my time
Comin up, gettin down for mines
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh
(Pimp C)
Deep up in the game, ain't no stoppin
I get my money like Johnny 'Guitar' Watson
Pimpin them hoes and put the b**h on the track
And tell the ho to bring all my money back
I wanna holla at that boy Ike Turner
You gotta know it's 'bout the paper and you learn her
About gettin on the corner for your daddy
What love got to do with it, I'm in the Caddy
I got a yellow-a** ho that'll s** you up
That'll blow in yo' bu*t ain't scared to f**
And she'll bend over, take it like a G
Because you know the b**h down with Pimp C
I switched my name, to Jack Tripper
Now the hoes tryin to pull down my f**in zipper
And get to that snake with the cobra head
I got some homeboys doin life in the fed
(Chorus - Mayfield falsetto) + (Pimp C)
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh
(See me on the slab, whippin in the Nav', you already know I'm cookin in the lab)
(See me on the slab, whippin in the Nav', you already know I'm cookin in the lab)
(Pimp C)
When I was young, alls I wanted was a 'llac
I used to think them n***az fiends that was blowin on the weed sack
Cause all I did was cut up cheese
And sell dope and come through with the thang with ease
I used to have, a .25 pistol
But now I got some sh** that shoot like a missile
I tuck a AK, HK too b**h
I eat you up I ain't goin for that ho sh**
Them other n***az playin games in the streets
You think it's 'bout bein lame and makin lame beats
We ain't 'bout you and them b**h n***az
Cause f** boys, could easily get hit with the trigger
You think you rich? But you a b**h
You see me in the club check my pitch
I'm down with J. Prince b**h, and you know that
When we come through splittin big n***az hats
(Chorus - Mayfield falsetto) + (Pimp C)
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to have it
I'm a hustler baby, and I gots to grab it, ahhh
(I'm whippin in the Nav', comin on the slab, you already know I'm cookin in the lab)
(I'm whippin in the Nav', comin on the slab, you already know I'm cookin in the lab)
(Pimp C)
Twenty-fo' I'm a country star, in a country car
Got a country-a** b**h, sip country bar
Got a country son, got a country chain
Come and got in the car, and grippin country grain
Sweet Jones b**h, Pimp (peeeimp) knahmtalkinbout?
Go out and get that sh**
I'm talkin 'bout doin, a million records independently sold, on yo' b**h a**
So when you see me in the city recognize I'm already paid
When you see me choppin on blades, {?} b**h
Not them phony-a** blades with no knockers on 'em
Representin that side, P.A. to B-zay
And ain't no thang to beat a b**h-a** n***a
Ain't no Blood and no Crip, f**-a** n***a I'm {?}
I told ya, b**h
(ad libs to fade)